Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.